Beer

Year Round

Not so Summer

Make a note of this. The next time you’re asked what you’d charge for sailing in heavy storm-ridden sea for two thousand miles, then climbing aboard an icebreaker and disembarking in gale force winds to endure blizzards and frostbite on an overloaded dogsled to retrieve a top secret rocket that’s crashed near The South Pole, with a team of trained assassins in hot pursuit, don’t say 'my usual fee'. Up the ante. Some guys are a pretty good shot, even when their fingers are freezing.

A light sunshine colour, this refreshing Kölsch ale with hints of tropical fruits & pineapple on the nose & palate is noted for its delicacy rather than a robust distinctiveness.

THE AIRSHIP

The dangers of piloting an airship over the glittering frozen desert of Antarctica became abundantly clear when the gas leak blew open with a whoosh. While rapidly losing altitude and heading toward a treacherous glacier, suddenly I knew I was going to have to scale the rigging in the bitter windchill, patch the hole with sealskin and spirit gum. For the life of me, I don’t know why I felt so happy.

FLYING LOW

Flying in low over the rainforest at twilight, one of those blasted fruit bats took out the propeller. Making an emergency crash landing in hungry crocodile country the only option ... but if not for that, I’d never have found all the gold.

Bright golden in colour, our version of an American pale ale has bold upfront citrus & grapefruit aromas & flavours, perfectly balanced using specialty malts to create an all round beer for any weather.

THE RED TRUCK

As I pulled up in my red international, under the one dim street lamp beside the gate to the wharf, I saw four shadowy figures headed toward the dark hulk of the freighter at the end of the pier. They must’ve taken all of my attention as I sat in my truck, I didn’t even have the time to turn around when I heard the distinct click of a revolver being cocked. I felt my life was just beginning — to get very interesting.

This German style Märzen is aburnt reddish orange in colour with a sweet biscuit-like maltiness & a clean dry finish.

BE-CI-DER

The mysterious woman hadn’t set foot out of her stateroom since the voyage began. If I couldn’t think of a way to coax her out on deck, I was going to have to think of a way to get myself invited in. The question was, would I have time to find the jewels? Or would she pull that hypnosis trick again. It would be hard to explain if I started squawking like a chicken at the Captain’s Table.

Displaying a crystal clear appearance, our cider has aromas of freshly cut apples & fruit, combined with a gentle balance of natural sugars & acids. The palate is spritzy with a sherbet like finish … this cider’s a little cheeky...

Seasonal

Friend or foe?

There he was, these little beady eyes peering over at me, the only living creature between my invisibility and recognition. As I swung off the cliff’s face I wondered how much longer the vine would hold. It wasn’t that far to the bottom though, max 1 mile… or maybe four? He must’ve of seen the desperation in my eyes as he went to bark, took another look at me, closed his mouth and walked away. I heard them get into their cars and drive away. After it’d been silent for a while, I pulled myself into safety and sat with my back against a rock to recover my breath. It wasn’t long before those little black eyes came around the corner to watch me again…. only this time he wasn’t alone.

No ticket and a Porter

She was about to step on-board that sleek silver train and vanish out of my life forever, unless I did something fast. Of course I now didn’t have a ticket — or a suitcase and I needed to get past the Porter... but I’d think of something.

This traditional English Brown Porter with dark brown, ruby colours is characterized by the infusion of roasted dark chocolate flavours (from a variety of dark malts).

Get on the No.51 Tram to Black Rock

The tram left Sandringham station, down Bluff Road to my final destination. It was the ratt-a-tatt-tatt of the wheels that reminded me of better times, years before. For the life of me, I couldn't figure out why this felt like home...all I knew, was that this tram was heading south.